Page 20 of Dominic

By the time he got himself dressed and sat back in his office chair, her head had fallen to the high arm of the leather couch, resting. Except for the occasional shudder that racked her small frame, she just laid there, watching him.

And all he could look at as he sat back down was the small wet spot on his desk where her pussy had rested. She’d been turned on, at least a little bit, by what had just happened.

Eventually, because Dominic did actually have businesses to run, he’d turned on the flatscreen television by the couch so she could watch it.

She chose Scooby Doo. He shook his head remembering her affinity for the cartoon even seven years ago. Evidently she hadn’t outgrown it.

After dinner he’d fucked her as he promised, propping those athletic legs up on his shoulders as he plowed into her. Her pussy tightening around his cock was like coming home. Which both enthralled and infuriated Dominic.

Of course, sex had never been a problem. It had always been the best either of them had ever had. It was her betrayal and lies that were the problem.

But as long as he knew not to let his guard down then he saw no reason why he shouldn’t use her delicious and oh so flexible body whenever he wanted it.

And he still hadn’t let her come. She had sobbed, begged, offered to do anything he wanted. To allow him to do anything he wanted to her if he would let her come.

He’d just raised an eyebrow and pointed out that the option was available to him anyway.

He led her to the large shower where he’d had her wash him, front to back, head to toe. Then he tortured her just a little bit more by washing her body. Although he was deliberately non-sexual in his actions — or as non-sexual as he was capable of being around Cassandra — her over-sensitized skin treated everything as sensual, driving her need to come. Dominic pushed her up against the wall so he could wash the back of her with his hands.

“If I told you you could come, but only by grinding yourself up against that wall, would you do it?”

She was already panting, her hips pushing up against the tiles. “Yes, Master. Please, let me.”

He got hard again just thinking about watching her wantonly grind that body against a wall to get relief. He’d been oh so tempted.

“No. Girls who are getting punished don’t get to come. Not today.”

Those big green eyes had looked at him over her shoulder and cried tears again. She’d been in pain all over… marks from he spanking still evident all over her ass and thighs. Her asshole and pussy sore from his rough use… he could tell by the stiff way she walked. Her breasts were swollen, nipples continuously distended.

He’d put her to bed like that, with her still whimpering. Even now in sleep an hour later she was restless, flushed. Her lithe body a 5’3 bundle of pain and need.

Watching her, he knew he should be just as exhausted as she was. Hell, he’d already come four times today. He wasn’t a fucking teenager anymore.

But damned if he wasn’t happy. No, happy wasn’t the right word, because he was still pissed as hell at her for what she did. Happiness was for children and puppies. He wasn’t happy. But he was content.

And whether he wanted to admit it or not, that contentment was based on the fact that Cassandra was back under his roof. He would never again give her the respect and admiration he’d given her when they’d dated and then gotten “married.” But he would have her here and he would use her, and they would be together.

And even as cold and business-like as that sounded, it was more than he’d wanted from any other woman for seven years. He’d really only wanted Cass. And now he had her. On his terms.

He watched as the clock ticked the last few minutes until midnight. As soon as it did, he rolled her naked sleeping form onto her back, smiling a little as she whimpered. He spread her legs, the light from the moon shining through the window enabling him to see the red marks from the spoon. He began to kiss the marks, working his lips up her inner thighs.

He kept his shoulders low, putting her thighs over them instead of spreading her wide. That would come later. Right now he just wanted to ease her awake, to build the pressure inside her slowly. Give her a chance to stop him if she wanted.

But after the day she’d had, he had no doubt she wouldn’t want him to stop. And he would let her come. Give her the release she’d for which she’d been so desperate the last twelve hours. It was now tomorrow.

He told himself it was because he wanted to keep her off guard. Torturing her with denial then surprising her with heavenly release.

And that was true. He did want to keep her off guard. Always wondering what he would do next. But he couldn’t deny that he wanted to taste her again. To lap up that nectar that was uniquely Cass. To spear her with his tongue then lick up her juices.

He’d had plenty of women in the seven years they’d been apart, but none of them had tasted nearly as sweet as he knew Cassandra did.

He parted her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the top. He smiled, breathing against her as he felt her thighs tightening around his face.

He did it again. And again. Deep slow strokes that eased her body higher rather than hurtling it.

Even though she wasn’t awake, her body was responding, growing wetter. Her hips started to shift, to lift against his mouth.

He brought his hand around to gently pinch her engorged clit, then licked her again before stabbing her with his tongue. Fucking her with it.

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